Chapter 229 Huo Yuhao completely broke down; he really saved Duke White Tiger!
In the celestial display.
The sandstorms on the wasteland whipped up clouds of dust, obscuring the Star Luo Empire's convoy in a hazy mist.
Within the divine barrier of the Valley of Love and Destiny, Huo Yuhao's dignity was crumbling bit by bit with each painful groan from Wang Dong'er.
And at this moment.
The dark world, the realm of gods.
The God of Destruction was leaning back on his throne, his eyes flashing with purple lightning, taking in Tang San's embarrassed and guilty appearance inside the Sea God Temple through his divine sense.
"Hehehe..."
The God of Destruction let out a low laugh, a mocking laugh born from seeing through the lie completely.
He watched Tang San awkwardly comfort Xiao Wu, and watched Tang San push all the blame onto the unknown future. This self-directed and self-acted drama made him feel an unprecedented sense of absurdity.
"Tang San, keep acting. I want to see how long you can keep this up." The God of Destruction twirled his scepter, talking to himself in the empty hall, his tone filled with an extremely cold excitement.
"Do you think you can cover everything up by using 'lax discipline' and 'divine independence'? If it weren't for your instructions as her father, would Cupid dare to lay a finger on Wang Dong'er?"
In his view, every lie Tang San tells Xiao Wu now is digging a deeper grave for himself.
The higher the pile of lies, the more terrifying the impact will be when the truth is violently stripped away by the veil of secrecy.
"This is a huge time bomb that could blow the entire Poseidon system to pieces at any moment."
The God of Destruction's eyes were filled with schadenfreude.
"I'm not in a hurry to expose you now. I'll wait and see. When Xiao Wu finds out that you personally orchestrated the torture of your daughter, when all the soul masters in the underworld see the true face of this god, where will you put your law enforcer face then?"
On the other side...
[In the scene depicting the sky.]
The assassination attempt erupted in an instant.
[From the once silent shadows of the wasteland, dozens of powerful fluctuations of soul energy suddenly rose.]
Several level-nine fixed-position soul-guided cannon shells, accompanied by a piercing whistle, locked onto Duke White Tiger's carriage and hurtled towards it.
Meanwhile, on the side of the carriage, three Title Douluos clad in black robes tore through the air, their sharp blades aimed directly at Dai Hao's throat.
"Save him, or die with him," Cupid's voice coldly urged.
[Wang Dong'er was trapped in a pink halo. Her body convulsed violently due to the continuous erosion of divine power. Her once bright eyes had begun to glaze over, yet they remained fixed on Huo Yuhao's direction, emitting heartbreaking, intermittent moans from her throat.]
Huo Yuhao's double pupils shrank to their maximum size at this moment.
As he watched Dai Hao about to be engulfed by the flames, the last vestige of his stubbornness crumbled completely amidst Wang Dong'er's broken moans.
"Aaaaaaah!"
[Huo Yuhao let out a frantic roar, his voice devoid of any joy at saving lives, only filled with endless frustration and self-loathing.]
He sprang from his wheelchair, the silhouette of the Ice Jade Emperor Scorpion behind him contorted with extreme rage.
"Ultimate Ice, Snow Dance in the Frozen Realm!"
A terrifying chill erupted instantly; just before the cannonballs struck the carriage, a layer of ice several meters thick forcibly enveloped the entire vehicle. Immediately afterward, Huo Yuhao's figure appeared beside Dai Hao like a streak of icy light.
[Bang--!]
He swung his right fist fiercely, unleashing the power of the Ice Emperor's Wrath, which, combined with the power of an ice explosion, forcefully repelled the three Title Douluos who were charging at him.
[Dai Hao was thrown out of the carriage amidst the violent shaking.]
He stared, still shaken, at the white-haired, sinister-looking youth before him, his voice tinged with the hesitant hesitation of someone in a superior position: "Who... are you? Why did you save me?"
Huo Yuhao stood before Dai Hao, his back to the man who had killed his mother, his body trembling violently with extreme humiliation. He didn't turn around, but gritted his teeth, squeezing out a few bloodied words: "Shut up... If it weren't for her, I would kill you with my own hands right now."
And at this moment.
The Soul Masters of the Underworld watched Huo Yuhao in the sky, who was forced to protect his mother's killer in order to survive and for the sake of his lover, and their discussions were filled with heavy sighs.
"This is too tragic... This is like killing someone's spirit." A soul master from the underworld sat in a tavern, looking at the sky and shaking his head with a sigh. "At this moment, Huo Yuhao's soul as an avenger is dead. He saved that man, and for him, this is more painful than killing him."
"This is not an opportunity at all, it's forcing him to be an obedient dog." Another Soul Master slammed his fist on the table in anger.
"The god of love not only torments his body, but also plays with his dignity. Making him a bodyguard for his mother's killer will haunt him for the rest of his life. The future Huo Yuhao's spine has already been broken by the gods themselves."
Meanwhile, in the real world of the Dark World, Huo Yuhao had completely collapsed onto the steps of the main hall. Looking at his reflection in the sky, standing before Dai Hao with a face full of despair, tears finally streamed down his face.
"Why would I do such a thing? Future me, how could you be so weak!" Huo Yuhao's voice was extremely hoarse as he roared at the sky, his tone filled with hatred for his future self and for the god of love who toyed with human nature.
"That's your mother's enemy! You saved him, how can you face your mother's grave? What's the difference between this kind of life and being a walking corpse!"
On the other side...
The common people in the underworld were also talking about it, and they began to have great doubts about the trials that the gods had touted.
"Is this kind of god really worthy of our faith?" An old man looked at the sky, his eyes filled with disappointment. "Bai Xuanzi of the White World was willing to offend the Title Douluo Group to protect us commoners. But the god of the Black World is forcing a child burdened with a blood feud to castrate his own bottom line. This is not a god, this is a devil."
Inside the Sea God's Temple, Tang San listened to Xiao Wu's cries and saw the God of Destruction's undisguised mockery. He knew he had retreated to the edge of a precipice. He sensed that the so-called "bomb" was counting down.
Huo Yuhao saved Dai Hao, but this was only the first step in a deeper adventure.
Tang San knew very well that the next step would be to more cruelly strip away all of Huo Yuhao's personality traits.
He frantically plotted in his mind, trying to find the perfect opportunity for his future self to forcefully intervene in a "righteous and glorious" manner, thereby reversing the current negative public opinion.
However, the God of Destruction's malevolent eyes were fixed on him.
The order of the divine realm and the dignity of the mortal world are sliding step by step toward the abyss of destruction called "reality" as the celestial curtain plays its music.
(End of chapter)